Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Matchbook Trick

The last time that i here
I down with a fever
The next day it was
With the of ist arrival
When we all were younger
Were we different
In the really real world we

Last night i saw the sun
sleepy barcelona
on a bus
With the road from embrace
everyone was sleeping
I a reflection
And saw the egg upon my

The thing i remember
waking up in kristiansand
Was on my toothbrush
As it brushed across my
And removed a drunken
Paid his bar and bill
Gonna have to fuckin' hose him

The is blinding
Where's the befuddled
The goofus
With his and wit
Spaced out in the
With the and the cluttered
Falls your fingers to his hand
Falls from his fingers to hand

The old trick
the table from wobble
Slipped the short leg
Steadies the
Of the lopsided
a solid place to rest
Arms and thought